Before I could
get to my camera he had bounced across the back yard…
…leaving a
dotted line in the snow which ended at our plum tree.
In an instant he
was up the tree and doing a reconnaissance scan of the area.
One more look
around…
…then he
scrambled down the trunk.
While clinging
to the tree with his back toenails, he shoved his head into the snow.
He knew there
were plums scattered under the tree.
We’d picked buckets of them last summer.
The ones left behind had later fallen to the lawn.
Yum! Juicy fruit!
So juicy he had
to use a branch to wipe his face.
He ate it down
to the pit...
…and went back
for more.
It only took him
a few seconds of fishing around to find another.
He stuck in his
head and pulled out a plum.
What a good boy
am I!
After finishing
his dessert he shot across the yard, scrambled up the fence…
…and was outta
here.
